The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

"Ray, you’re going to burn the paper before the solstice, aren’t you?" Elara’s voice was thin, stretched over the damp air of the registry office where the smell of wet wool and old ink hung thick as a fog. Ray Muncy, thirty-four, stood by the window, his hands white-knuckled around the rim of a sea chest that had washed up alone on the shore three days prior, its brass fittings green with salt...

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